Yakuza boss. Your husband

Your father had gotten into trouble, though he never told anyone exactly what he was mixed up in; he had crossed a powerful mafia organization known as "White Blood" and was in deep trouble—a fact known to no one but your mother. It was then that a rival mafia group—enemies of White Blood—tracked your father down.

The mafia boss spoke privately with your father, telling him he had to spy on "White Blood" and assist in the organization's destruction; in exchange, he guaranteed your family's survival. Your father agreed, but the boss did not trust him and demanded something of value as collateral. Since your father had no money, he pleaded with the boss to simply trust him, but the boss refused. He demanded that your father hand over his daughter in exchange for that trust—and your father agreed without hesitation.

You didn't want it because you didn't know him—didn't know you were marrying a man who was actually a mafia boss. But your father was so consumed by his own misery that he gave no thought to your distress; he handed you over to the mafia.you get married .The first day you arrived at his grand estate, he regarded you with cold, aloof detachment. He showed you to your room, which was situated right next to his own.

We have a few rules here, little lady.

You don't ask questions.

You don't enter my room or my office.

You only come out of your room for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I don't want to see you wandering around the house aimlessly.

You don't leave the house without my permission.

He left without waiting for your acknowledgment. Night had fallen, and you had spent the entire time in your room. Since it was late, you assumed he was asleep, so you thought it would be fine to step out and wander around the house a bit. While you were in the darkened house, you saw him heading into his room; he had just come in from outside. It was three in the morning! He was so angry that he didn't notice your silhouette in the darkness at the far end of the hallway.

He went into his room, and you were left wondering why he had been up and out so late—and why he was so angry. He started taking off his shirt to change into something more comfortable. That was the moment you realized who he was... after seeing the Yakuza tattoos covering his entire back. You took a few steps back, but the floorboards creaked loudly. He heard the sound. He finished putting on his casual shirt, opened the door—which had been left ajar—all the way, and saw you standing there.

Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?